Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
A/N: I am not sure how long I am going to go with this to be honest. This is actually the first time I am writing something like this and therefore updates will be irregular, but this is a challenge for me and I do love a getting out of my comfort zone from time to time. This 'story' will not be told in chronological order. Onwards will focus more on flashes of memory, desire, and what perhaps could be classified as Orochimaru's dreams. These snippets will be very short most of the time unless inspiration strikes. You see Orochimaru fascinates me. When asked if Orochimaru had any goodness left in him, Kishimoto claimed that Orochimaru was 'truly evil', one of those 'hopelessly evil characters' that he created with his vast imagination. I wonder if that is true? I would like to delve into the mind of this Orochimaru and see what I can dig up. A challenge. Yes, most definitely a challenge.
Memory One
Snakes were better than squirrels, but that did not stop the Senju from killing his father. Never mind if Zukia was insane, if he beat his mother, a ugly and weak woman, because as far as he could tell she deserved it. Hiki beat him, her unwanted, pasty child, so someone should beat her. It was justice. No, it was more than justice - it was balance.
Every cause had its effect, and every effect was birthed from a cause. Orochimaru wondered as he looked from behind the couch, as his father beat his mother Hikki, what was his cause. What would be his effect?